Satiety is a mongrel that barks at the heels of plenty.
Between flattery and admiration there often flows a river of contempt.
A fool bolts pleasure, then complains of moral indigestion.
An epigram is a flashlight of a truth; a witticism, truth laughing at itself.
To be loved is to be fortunate, but to be hated is to achieve distinction.
There never was a woman who did not prefer an oblique compliment to a straight truth - if the latter were unflattering.